I'm not American, but I remember feeling anxious the entire day- I thought Hillary was probably going to win but the Brexit debacle earlier that year was making me nervous.
It wasn't that I really liked Hillary Clinton or even the Democrats, but as conservative religious rightwing loons the Republicans offended all of my liberal sensibilities, and as someone who'd been gleefully gloating over rightwing rage over a black president and gay marriage being legalised the entire Obama presidency, the possibility of having the tables turned on liberals was just unthinkably terrible.
After the Brexit vote had turned out to be a completely grim experience to see unfold in real time, I had decided to tune out of the election entirely and just wake up to see who won. However, I decided to take a quick look at how the vote was going before I went to bed which ended up being a huge mistake. It was the Brexit vote all over again, just a big fat L with a profound sense of doom settling on me as I began following discussions on Reddit, mainly on r/politics but also on some more general liberal anti-Trump places I can't even remember. I was actually already lurking on the Chapo sub by this point, but I felt conflicted about it because my lib brain was telling me that bernie bros were dangerously sexist or whatever else I'd heard on Colbert
Anyway, I ended up staying up bleary-eyed until 7 AM until just collapsing to sleep on the couch, feeling like an asteroid had just struck the Earth. This time around, I don't really care all that much- while I hope the Republicans will eat shit, watching the VBNMW crowd's reaction to Trump winning would also be funny
I went to bed assuming hillary was going to win and the libs would be somehow more insufferable than they already were
then i woke up, checked the results and laughed like a fucking lunatic
And the libs were still somehow more insufferable than they already were.
I was literally sitting in the exact same spot in the exact same room looking at the exact same monitor
I was saying in the primaries that a vote for Hillary was a vote for Trump. I was sure of it, that if Hillary was the Democratic nominee, that Trump would be president, and that Bernie would have won.
Watching the results roll in still sucked though.
Honestly, the 2016 Bernie rat fucking and extreme hatred of Hillary Clinton broke my brain hard. I pretty much knew deep down that Trump was going to win and I felt weirdly vindicated when he did. I remember my mom crying, and I remember staying up way too late. Fast forward to today, I've read a lot more theory and I don't really care that much.
I was still more of a social democrat at the time, voted Bernie in primary of course, but bought into the having to vote Clinton to run up the score against Trump from a blue state. That night I sat alone in my apartment and finished a 12 pack of pbr as I stressfully watched east coast states one by one go to Trump. I have to say I was a little shocked he won. Not to a delusional level, but I certainly was not expecting it. The next day was interesting. My sunny and warm California college campus that was usually bustling with conversations and happiness was dead silent with people walking around in somber. Probably what I'll remember most tbh
Drinking cheap crappy bourbon and watching toy story 2 while lamenting Bernie’s primary loss
btw is toy story 4 good?
Yeah, it’s a perfectly competent movie but it doesn’t have any reason to exist, but Bo Peep is dummy thick
depressed neet , almost got sucked into the alt-right hole at the same time as well, loneliness made me susceptible to that shit. thank fuck i got away from it
Voted for Hilary even though I supported Bernie and knew they fucked him. I just hated the online chuds so much I was invested in them losing. Obviously I swung further left after that. I was already pretty much there but I didn't realize this whole 'dirtbag' thing existed and was glad to find it shortly after the election.
Went to work that evening assuming Hillary would win and we'd get to laugh at how hard Trump got blown out, but like, Hillary winning still isn't good. Extremely "here's how bernie can still win" type person. I'm not even American, most of Bernie's proposals in 2016 are just... normal life here in Canada, but my life was pretty comfy back then, so hey sure why wouldn't I hope my American friends can get the same thing?
Slowly saw the east coast flip red, and just had to keep telling myself the west coast hadn't finished, and they were basically a locked in 100 points for the dems, so like, it's not as bad as it looks, I swear it's still fine, it'll be close but it's fine, it's... ah. Ah fuck.
Spent the entire train ride home doomscrolling, reading the reactions of all the Americans I know, and basically went to sleep going "welp, yall fucked, woulda been real cool if the dems actually wanted to win instead of fielding the worst possible candidate".
At this point I'm expecting an exact repeat, but it'll be less of "ah fuck" and more of "yeah that sounds about right".
Slowly saw the east coast flip red, and just had to keep telling myself the west coast hadn’t finished
From what I've seen in all the big elections in the last four years, whenever someone is telling you "votes from X haven't come in yet, it's not lost yet" it is most definitely lost
I was eating at a Krystals. It was awful. I’m back four years later and the food is still awful.
I voted for Jill Stein and went to a FIDLAR concert. One of my musician friends came to me right before a song started and told me Trump won. They subsequently went in to a song called Sober where the chorus is “i figured out when i got sober that life just sucks when you get older” so it was a serendipitous time.
In my childhood home, playing Perfect Dark, passing the time while I waited for the results to come in and only occasionally checking the polls. I'd voted Bernie in the primary, but I hadn't kept up with the primary fuckery that had been done in Hillary's favor, so I wasn't terribly upset about voting for her (I know, I was a lib).
I was sure Hillary would win, but there was that little nagging doubt in the back of my mind. As I was blasting my way into Area 51 to rescue Elvis, that doubt proved justified.
The original N64, or the remake? It's been a long time, don't you end up killing some clone of the POTUS in PD? It feels like something with meme potential.
